Author: Vivian Wood
Series: Addicted To You #1
Published by Self-Published
Release Date September 14, 2017
Genres: Dark Romance, Erotic Romance
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It started innocently enough. Beautiful Harper gave Sean those eyes… those eyes that meant, yes, take me. But Harper didn’t know Sean’s secrets... She didn’t know that he liked it rough.
More than rough. He liked to dominate. To punish. To degrade. It was the only way that the black hole in his soul wouldn’t swallow him up.
He would push her a little too far, and she would run. They all ran, eventually.
But that’s not what happened… when he put his hands around her throat and squeezed, Harper moaned. When he told her to stay away, she didn’t listen, misbehaving until she got spanked. When he took out the handcuffs, there was excitement in her eyes, mixed with a little fear.
The doe-eyed redhead liked it. More than that, she wanted it. She said so, time and again.
That’s the thing about sexy strangers, though… you never know what they’re hiding. And Harper is carrying a burden so heavy that even Sean’s secrets pale in comparison.
This book is Book 1 out of 2 in the Addicted To You duet. At approximately 50,000 words, it ends in a cliffhanger. As a dark romance, it touches several sensitive topics, but contains no cheating. Book 2 will end in a happily ever after.
Series: Addicted To You #1
Genre: Dark Erotic Romance
Author: Vivian Wood
Release Date: September 14, 2017
She nearly fell over herself when she saw him. His black hair had been expertly combed back. He was in a perfectly tailored tuxedo with a crisp black shirt and bow tie. “You… you… I’m not dressed right,” she finally stammered. She was incredibly aware and embarrassed of the getup P has insisted she wear. Holy shit, you look fucking edible, she thought.
He didn’t reply immediately, but his expression reassured her. Sean’s eyes drank her in, from her long bare legs to the corset-inspired center of the dress. “You look fantastic,” he said.
She swallowed. “So… so do you,” she said.
Molly fanned herself. “I’ll leave you two alone before I ask to be the guest star,” she said.
This time, when he offered his arm, she took it quickly. Even though she’d been paid to walk in ridiculous heels for nearly a decade, there was something different about these. The power they infused her with was almost addictive.
Sean helped her into the car. Her well-practiced maneuver of getting into low-slung vehicles in the shortest of dresses paid off. As she leaned her right knee sharply into her left, Sean licked his lips as he eyed her thighs.
She played nervously with the strap of her purse on the way over. “Scared?” he asked.
“No,” she said, too quickly. “Just… kind of nervous, I guess. I’ve never been anywhere like this.”
“Don’t be,” he said. He reached over and squeezed her thigh. All he has to do is slide it up a few inches, she thought. Suddenly, she wished she’d gone commando like P had requested instead of insisting on a little black thong.
They pulled up to a house Harper must have passed a hundred times. But she’d never seen it like this. There were no obvious signs, but a makeshift valet service had been set up. The young boys who parked the cars wore leather chaps. Some had on collars while others sported black police caps. Even though security was clearly tight and loitering outside was obviously not allowed, it was obvious this was a party.
One of the valet boys opened her door and helped her out while another raced to Sean’s side for the keys. “This is a club?” she asked. “It looks like a house.”
Sean smiled at her. “That’s the point.” He escorted her past the stately façade of the house to where a large Latino man hovered near the door.
“Good evening,” the giant of a man said.
“It is, though I hear it’s supposed to rain later tonight.”
“It never rains in California,” the man said as he opened the door for them.
“Was that some kind of code?” Harper whispered as they stepped inside, but Sean brushed off the question.
Inside, at the end of the grand foyer with the stained glass skylight that looked like it belonged in a cathedral, Sean parted the heavy leather curtains. The belly of the house was dark and sumptuous. Rock music soared through the air. A naked woman painted gold immediately approached with a tray of champagne. “Thirsty?” she asked in a throaty voice.
Sean took two glasses while Harper turned pink and tried not to stare at the girl’s perfect breasts. “They’re fake,” Sean whispered to her.
“Yeah, well, obviously.” That didn’t make them less perfect.
Harper looked around. There were beds everywhere and couches scattered around the rooms. On one loveseat, a woman was taking it doggy-style from a man in a leather mask while she ate out a stunning blonde. A full-blown orgy was underway on one of the beds while a circle of onlookers surrounded them.
She felt Sean’s arm around her shoulders as he drew her to him. “Just say the word and I’ll take you home,” he said.
He escorted her to the next room. It used to be a formal dining room, but now the fifteen-foot long table was draped in black vinyl. A man with a chiseled chest had a curvy woman bent over the table. He pulled her hair taut and whipped her ass with a short whip every time he entered her. Three people perched at the opposite end of the table where they kissed, groped and moaned in unison.
“This way,” Sean said. He took her to a back room which was staged with red lights and an artful bondage show took place on a small stage. A rather shy, nerdy-looking man with thick glasses was on the stage. He demonstrated an erotic rope binding technique on a young red-headed girl. “Kinbaku,” Sean said into her ear.
“Erotic Japanese rope binding,” he explained.
“Oh.” Several people had gathered and were watching intently. Harper saw one woman slowly circle her hard, exposed nipples but most looked on studiously. As if there would be a test later.
“Look,” Sean whispered. “See that couple over there?” he nodded discreetly towards a burly man on the sidelines. Next to him was a slender girl with dyed purple hair. She wore a thick dog collar with a heavy chain. Harper’s eyes followed the chain all the way to the man’s hand. He had it wrapped around his fist tightly.
“Yeah,” she said.
“And there,” he said, as he gestured to the couple to their left. An older, gorgeous woman with waist-length hair cocked her head as she watched the show. A boy half her age stood dutifully by her side with his eyes downcast.
“What about them?” she asked.
“You see how some are obviously dominants? And some are subs?” he asked.
“You mean the collar?”
“Not just that,” he said. “But, yes, partially. It’s in how they interact.”
She looked closer at the couples around them. A girl with a smattering of moles on her face was pressed close to a man in a leather vest. She kept her lips perpetually parted and her legs just a little bit too far apart.
“Down,” the older woman next to Harper suddenly said, and immediately the boy she was with dropped to all fours. She sat on him lightly, as if he were an ottoman. “That’s good,” she cooed to him softly, and ran her fingers through his hair.
“Oh, my God,” Harper said. Her eyes widened. It was clear there were several “doms” of both genders here. She looked to Sean, but he seemed enraptured by what happened on stage.
“Come,” he said. “A booth opened up.”
Closer to the stage a booth lined in velvet waited. “Now let’s take a look at Sakasa ebi shibari, or reverse shrimp binding,” the man on stage said. He sounded like any professor at a university. “It’s often confused with the basic hog tie, but it’s much more intricate than that. You might also hear it called gyaku ebi. On your stomach, please,” he instructed his model.
“What’s your pleasure?” A waiter, nude except for the tiniest of G-strings, appeared at their table. He set two fresh champagne glasses down for them.
“That will be all,” Sean said.
Harper was embarrassed when the waiter caught her as she looked at his bulge. What else am I supposed to look at?
Nervous, she reached for the champagne, but Sean pulled it away from her. “You’ll need to be able to consent, soberly, later,” he said.
She blushed even harder, but tried to relax into the plush velvet.
The reverse shrimp tie looked beyond intricate. It was goddamned impossibly complicated. The warmth of the first, and only, glass of champagne wore off as she watched. Harper was hyper aware of how close Sean sat to her.
His arm, which had rested on the seat back, dropped and he began to stroke her back. As she watched the show, even the innocent brush of his fingertips became erotic.
Though the backs were velvet, they sat on red vinyl seats. The skirt was so short, and her thong so tiny, that she could feel a wetness began to spread below her thighs. She reached for Sean’s thigh and rested her hand on it.
He jumped, though her tough was light. He removed her hand, softly but brusquely. “You have to ask very, very nicely if you want to touch me,” he said. It wasn’t quite a warning, but almost.
“You mean… like all the time?” she asked, confused. She’d certainly touched him before.
“Just tonight. While we’re in this space.”
She looked at his face, at the jaw line that looked as though it had been hand-carved to perfection. A spray of a five o’clock shadow was highlighted in the red lights. “Can I touch you?” she asked.
“No. Not yet,” he said, and returned his attention to the stage.
Still, he continued to stroke her back. She shifted, frustrated and more turned on than ever. That easy display of power, especially how easily he controlled her with it, was nearly unbearable.
She shifted again. Sean got up swiftly and motioned for her to do the same.
When she squeezed out of the booth, he held her close. For a moment, he stopped and stared down at the seat until she did the same. She was embarrassed to see the evidence of her desire on the slick seat. When he was sure she’d seen, he directed her towards the door.
Sean steered her through several rooms. In one, a confessional, erotic poetry recital took place. Next, there was a roped-off section in a room. The sign said WOMEN ONLY, MEN CAN WATCH. Harper stared at the throngs of girls piled on top of each other. In the next room, flogging demonstrations were punctuated with audience members as they followed along.
Finally, they arrived at a staircase. “Do you want to go upstairs? Or keep exploring?” Sean asked her.
She looked up the winding spiral staircase to the depths of darkness above. “Upstairs,” she said.
Did he look indecisive for a moment? She couldn’t be certain because, swiftly, he started to pull her up the stairs.